Last Resort

The reader is injured by a wendigo. She goes back to the hotel where Sam is. Her injuries are in an awkward place. Mentions of said awkward place, but nothing happens.

You're a new recruit on Coulson's team specializing in linguistics. You feel kind of out of place since you're the newbie on the Bus, but one night while you work on translating a document Agent Coulson comes to you and asks you if you'd like a drink. However, he may have other ideas. (This was originally a prompt. Since I couldn't decide who to pair him with I left it open to the reader).

They say there is a secret game in Las Vegas, the greatest one of all, in which the hero plays against the dragon for three nights, and the prize is a wish granted, and the penalty is death. A new player arrives to try his luck, only to discover that the game is held in a dump of a house in the desert and that the dragon is a dude named Dean, chained to the house by the ankle. The hero soon realizes that he cannot leave unless he wins. The dragon is growing blood-thirsty, the game makes no sense, and the hero’s only hope are the clues dropped by the dragon’s brother who’s just along for the ride.

Saturday in the Marsh-Broflovski household.

By now Carlos knew that whenever Cecil said something was normal, it was almost certainly something that was worth looking into. "Maybe an isolated pocket of some kind of congenital analgesia, or a beneficial mutation," he muttered, his mind racing. "Cecil! Come into the lab, I want to run some tests!" "Science? On me?" Cecil's eyes widened as Carlos unlocked the door. "Me... inside?" he said, which wasn't actually a sentence, and at any other time his tongue-tied nervousness would have been adorable, but there was science waiting, so Carlos just nodded impatiently. "Yes, yes, come on!" "B-but what about the forms..." Cecil stammered as he stepped inside, looking around wide-eyed. "The date's not over until we say it is," Carlos replied, flipping on the buzzing fluorescent lights to reveal the contents of his lab.

Three years after the final death of Voldemort, the wizarding world now faces another kind of war. The muggles have found them and are out to exterminate the magical world down to the last magical user. Ron and Hermione betrays Harry and leaves him behind to fight the muggles off. Luna and Neville grab him and head off to ran. Neville and Luna give their lives to make sure Harry suvives. After Neville dies, Luna and Harry run to Rio to hide but even there they were found. Trying to escape once again, this time Luna gets shot just before they escape. With her dying breath, “I know you will survive this Harry. I can feel it. I do not know why but I am sure that you are meant for something greater. This will not be your end." she tells him. Harry swore to have his revenge and destroys the whole planet before returning to Hogwarts to kill himself. He meets Death and tells him things that he should have known. Harry is sent back to the past to change it but he made sure that he was going to be Doing It Differently this time around.

And fuck— the reek of Jungkook's sopping pussy was stronger than before. The sweet, tangy smell that had the alpha's bulging cock twitching in his pants. He looked up at the omega from between his legs, his eyes lustful. "You panties are soiled with your mess, omega." Fuck. The panties were practically transparent with how wet they were with Jungkook's slick. The older omega whimpered while his legs shook in Taehyung's arms, "You and your filthy mouth, always saying vulgar things. Are alphas you- your age this shameful?" He breathlessly asked with with his tearful eyes staring at Taehyung needily; desperately—not being able to turn his face away when the younger smirked, "There's other things my mouth can do." The alpha all but sounded delighted with how Jungkook looked and spoke— knowing he's the cause of the older omega being so bothered and hot just with a little teasing. Or where,When sweet, older omega jungkook sees a young warrior at the doors of their castle, asking for his hand— he had expected for his father to decline it with the excuse of him being barren and old— not for him being pounded into the bed by the said warrior with the promise of pups.

jungkook just wanted peace and quiet; a moment away from all of it, from the loud confusing mess that was always just one step behind him.

you've wound up as Miguel O'Hara's assistant and it's been your personal purgatory. From work partners, to boss and employee, you weren’t quite sure when the switch was made. He's rude, impatient, ridiculously arrogant and you despise the air he breathes and every atom of space he occupies. People worship the ground he walks on, but you've only seen him at his ugliest. Demand after demand, task after task, your resentment for the man grows until you reach your breaking point. Now, you’re free from working under him but at what cost? But he’s back and needs your help. And what he’s offering for your help isn’t so easy to pass up

Part 5 to my little Vamp appreciation story. I had originally intended this to be a three part but I’m enjoying myself so will keep going for awhile. This work is entirely fiction and no reflection is meant on real persons. The Vamps are:James McVey – 19Tristan Evans – 18Brad Simpson – 18 (Just turned) Connor Ball – 16

Apparently, Agent 007 gives cupcakes for Valentine's Day. Apparently, Q really likes it.

Set Marauders-Era, post-Hogwarts but pre-Harry, while everyone is working for the Order. You and Sirius find comfort in one another.

Just a little fluff with baker Liam and sleepy Zayn~

Everyone has bad days, even Keith. His just take a lot more out of him than other people.

Summary: John finds himself ambushed by the kilt at every turn. Is Sherlock losing his touch? Or is it something else?

A series of drabbles about a certain Professor and the leader of a disbanded organization. Feel free to give me prompts.

It’s 1942 and Jewish William Kaplan is serving as a lieutenant in the Finnish Army. He is the CO of a signal intercept station and his life in the army’s hush-hush signal intelligence is a reasonably easy and straightforward posting. Or it would be if he wouldn’t find himself in an uncomfortable position. Due to brutal complexities of war and harsh realpolitik William’s country, and therefore by extension William himself, is forced to work with people he despises. His little signal station is saddled with a German liaison officer and much as he dislikes it, he has to work with a man from a country that reviles his kind. The fates certainly have a twisted sense of humour. It’s bad that despite his nationality the young German officer turns out to be easy to like, on top of being easy on the eyes, but it’s even worse that feelings beyond friendliness start to creep upon William, riding roughshod over his logical side.

You are so brave and quiet I forget you are suffering. ((Requested: Noctis living with chronic pain.))

Kara and Lena had a little ritual. When Kara feels in the mood she sends an X-file to Lena to prepare for the night. Every time is a different adventure.

Draco and Pansy live in a world where there is no place for love. Money, a title and a pure lineage is all that count, and money, a title and a pure lineage is all that Pansy doesn't have.

After Aaron tells his class a ghost story, Danny starts thinking their new house is haunted

Jason had been planning to do a lot of things that night. Babysitting Damian was not one of them. Neither was taking on a whole gang, or finding himself being carried back to safety by Damian. Most of all he hadn't been planning on re-evaluating...well everything.

You've long learned that fighting back almost always makes a situation worse, so it's to no one's surprise when you follow the instructions to go into that strange apartment - together with your twin sister - and join the RFA. But what if living together with your other "you" , makes you actually want to fight for something for the very first time in your life? And what if that particular thing is the person that could be yours and everyone else's downfall?

This is a king, France thinks, but does not say. This is a conqueror. We are not defeated, not in this.

Harry is taken from the Dursleys at a young age and everyone thinks him dead. Years later, Harry resurfaces with his group and they set about bringing order to the wizarding world. HP/SS/LM/RL